“I am?”
“Yes.”
“Pops is leaving too?”
The man in question held up the keys. “Kid, if you think I want to see what’s about to happen here once they’re alone, you’re cracked in the head.” He kissed Remi on the cheek. “Please use a condom, okay?”
Her cheeks were pink. “Got it. Thanks, Pops.”
His smile fell when he glanced over at me. “You. Don’t fuck it up.”
“I don’t plan to, sir.”
Williams glanced between us, and the moment understanding hit, he turned beet red. “Oh. You want to bealone.”
“You think?” I shoved him toward his showy fucking car with no hint at propriety. “Leave.”
Remi buried her face in my chest as her body shook with laughter, and Pops gave me a tiny salute over the hood of her car. “Bring her back sometime tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Toyota left first because Williams hit the wrong button trying to shut the door of his sports car. “This fucking kid,” I muttered.
“You love him.”
When I glanced at Remi, she raised an eyebrow, daring me to disagree. I couldn’t. So I didn’t, giving a small, annoyed grunt when he finally got the door shut and the car started with an obnoxious roar.
Then we were alone.
I took a deep breath, goose bumps popping along my arms as I thought about an entire night with her.
“When was our third date?” I asked.
She didn’t miss a fucking beat. “When the truck delivered all that stuff.”
With firm hands, I gripped her hips and walked her toward the house. She almost stumbled on the steps, and we both laughed.
“Did we have a fourth?” I asked, sliding my hands underneath the hem of her shirt, relishing the curve of her ribs under my palms.
“You don’t remember?” Remi turned, backing up against the front door, tugging on my hands until I was pressed tight against her. The coquettish tilt of her head and the heated look in her eye made my mouth water. “Four was when you dropped off Analise.”
“That was a good one.” I stared at her parted lips. “What else?”
“You don’t have neighbors, right?”
“Are you kidding? I bought ten fucking acres just for this moment.”
She smiled. “What a forward thinker you are.”
“Fucking psychic.” My thumbs brushed the soft skin over the waistband of her jeans. “Why do you ask?”
Remi rolled up on the balls of her feet and kissed me. Hard. Before I could sweep my tongue into her delicious mouth, she pulled back, then used both hands and tugged her shirt off.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Her bra was a black lace thing that propped her glorious tits up, just waiting to be touched and sucked. Behind the sheer fabric, her nipples were hard. I brushed the hard tips with my knuckles and she dropped her head back, a delicate shiver racking her frame. “Six,” I said in a desperate, rasping voice.
“I ... I can’t think when you do that.”
“Want me to stop?”